Monday morning, comes a crawling inFrom another weekend choked with cigarettes and sinI've been busy, so much latelyThat every time I get some time to spendI end up drunk or sleeping inAnd I miss you, you're busy tooWe call each other up, when we're messed upAnd say we'll meet in the New YearBut it's perfectly clear we'll do no such thingCome the spring

When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my daysAnd I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stayWhen my wandering meanderings have finally reached their endYeah whatever else maybe I will not forget my friends

Friday evening, barely even beginsBefore my phone begins to ring with people asking where I amAnd I can't suppress a smile, we talk a whileThe chances are that I am far away and so I'm phased out of the planAnd that's how I miss out, on another nightThe kind of night where nothing really happensYeah but everything goes downAnd at the end I'm just a promise to pick up the phoneWhen I'm in town

When the evening casts it's shadows on the corners of my daysAnd I am old and I am settled in the place where I will stayWhen my wandering meanderings have finally reached their endYeah whatever else maybe may my friends remember me